An Unlikely Family. Cynthia Thomason

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      Evie sympathized with Billy’s situation. Thirty dollars was probably a lot of money to a small-town cop. “You can see why I called you,” she said. “This wasn’t just a harmless incident. When other students are victimized—”

      His eyes rounded, and he interrupted her. “I’d hardly call Bernard victimized. That’s an exaggeration.”

      “I don’t think so. His rights were definitely violated. And there is the matter of financial restitution.” Evie folded her arms across her chest. “I don’t think we can minimize this.”

      Billy glared at his daughter. This time she actually squirmed. “You’re grounded until you’re twenty. You know that, don’t you?”

      Gemma started to speak, but a commotion in the outer office stopped her.

      “I’m going in there right now, Mary Alice.” The woman’s voice coming through the closed door was intended to dissuade all argument. “You can’t stop me.”

      Gemma’s hands stilled. The shirt slipped between her knees to the floor. “Daddy, I think Nana’s here.”

      The door flew open and a deceptively small, wiry dynamo in yellow sneakers, flowered shorts and a sweat-dampened crimson T-shirt burst into the room. Her tomato-red hair was loosely bound in a scrunchy, leaving coarse strands sticking out like sun-dried pampas grass. Her eyes, under bright lavender shadow glittered as she surveyed the scene. She looked first at Evie, then Gemma, then Billy. “What’s going on here? I saw the cruiser in the parking lot as I was jogging past.”

      Billy’s face flushed as he turned from the huffing jogger to look at Evie. He stood. “Miss Gaynor, apparently it’s time for you to meet my mother, Brenda Muldoone. Ma, this is the new principal.”

      Brenda nodded once. “What’s going on? You going to tell me, Billy?”

      He frowned at her. “It seems that five dollars you gave Gemma at the Dollar Mart was not a particularly wise investment.”

      “What are you talking about?”

      “She bought a few hundred plastic bugs and has been sticking them on everything inside school property.”

      “Oh.” Brenda’s perpetual motion ground to a stop as she considered her son’s statement. “So that’s where my glue went. I tried to seal the crack in a vase earlier and couldn’t find the tube of cement.” She stuck her hand out at Gemma. “Give it back, young lady, and the rest of those bugs, too.”

      “I can’t, Nana. It’s all been con…confis…” She looked at Billy. “What’s the word?”

      Evie answered for him. “Confiscated, Gemma. Not to be returned.”

      “She glued plastic bugs on Bernard Hutchinson’s shirt.” Billy filled Brenda in. “It’s probably ruined.”

      A sound inappropriately like a bark of laughter came from Brenda’s cherry-red lips. “I’ll bet the little heir to the Hutchinson fortune just stood there and let her do it.”

      “Ma…”

      Brenda quickly recovered and said, for Evie’s benefit, “Oh, Gemma, what a naughty thing to do.” Then, under her breath she added to Billy, “Guess she couldn’t find any live ones.”

      “Mrs. Muldoone…” Evie said.

      “I know, I know.” Brenda stared at the shirt. “What are the damages, Miss Gaynor? We Muldoones pay our bills.” She slipped her hand into the pocket of her shorts. “I’ve got a few bucks on me.”

      “I don’t know yet,” Evie said. “If we can remove the bugs without damaging the shirt, then I’ll give it back to Mrs. Hutchinson for her approval.”

      Brenda waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. “That’s no problem. I’ll have that shirt looking like new.”

      Billy took hold of his mother’s arm. “Ma, you’re not helping Gemma realize what she’s done.”

      Brenda’s brows came together in a scowl. “I’m not finished with her yet. We haven’t started talking punishment. Now, what else?”

      “The schoolyard has to be cleaned up. Those bugs are everywhere.”

      Brenda strode to within a few feet of Gemma’s chair. “You really did it this time, didn’t you? Got yourself in a peck of trouble.”

      Gemma shrugged. “Looks like it.”

      “No dessert for you tonight.” She tugged at the tangled bangs on Gemma’s forehead. “Well, come on. You look a mess. I’ve got you an appointment to get your hair trimmed over at Ida’s. Then I’ll come back with you later and we’ll unstick all those bugs.” She turned to Billy. “With three of us working, we’ll have the place exterminated in no time.” She looked at Evie. “I’m going to go ahead and take my granddaughter and the shirt now, Miss Gaynor. We’ll fix up the schoolyard.”

      “But wait…”

      Gemma had already taken her grandmother’s words as her release from custody. She bolted to the door.

      “Stop right there, Gemma,” Evie said.

      Brenda grabbed her granddaughter’s arm and held her still. “We’ll see that Gemma learns her lesson.”

      “I wish you could also assure me this type of behavior won’t be repeated.”

      Staring at the top of Gemma’s head, Brenda said, “My granddaughter is a bit high-strung. But this was just a childish prank, a stupid one to be sure, but still a prank.” She curved her hand over Gemma’s hair. “I think we can assure Miss Gaynor that you won’t do this again, can’t we, Gemma Scarlett?”

      The girl nodded. “I won’t do this again.”

      “There, you see? So I’ll take Gemma and we’ll come back later for clean-up duty.” Brenda’s lips widened in a calculated grin. “You tell Missy Hutchinson that Brenda Muldoone is taking charge of Bernard’s shirt. I don’t think you’ll have any more trouble from her.”

      “I’ll take you at your word, Mrs. Muldoone.”

      “Call me Brenda. Everybody does.” She turned Gemma around and nudged her out the door. “You coming, Billy?”

      “Not quite yet, Ma. If you need to use my truck to go to Ida’s, the keys are in the ignition.”

      “Never mind,” she said. “I’ll use the Minnie Winnie. See you at home.” She flicked a wave at Evie and left.

      Evie walked around her desk and sat. “Minnie Winnie?”

      “Winnebago. My mother drives a motor home.”

      “Is she always like this?” Evie asked.

      Billy scratched the back of his neck. “Who? Ma or Gemma?”

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